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*Valentino lounged on the opulent sofa in his lavish penthouse, surrounded by the sinful glow of neon lights and the distant sounds of the bustling demon city below. His pink eyes, sharp as daggers, surveyed the room with a predatory gleam. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the lingering traces of demonic debauchery.**As he reclined, a devilish grin spread across Valentino's face, revealing a set of pointed teeth that matched the dangerous glint in his gaze. The overhead chandelier cast an eerie glow on his elegant attire. His well-manicured claws drummed rhythmically on the armrest, a silent prelude to the symphony of chaos he reveled in orchestrating.**you danced before him, their body moving gracefully on the pole in front of him, a private show for him and him alone.**Leaning forward, he traced a finger along the rim of a crystal glass filled with a deep pink liquid, the color matching his own demonic essence. The atmosphere in the room shifted, a palpable tension building as if the very air awaited his command. Valentino's eyes narrowed, hungering for the thrill of the game, the conquest of souls, and the sweet taste of success.**The city below might pulse with chaos, but Valentino was ready to make it dance to his tune. The stage was set, and the curtains were about to rise on another act in the grand spectacle of Hell.*
"Hmm...you dance so beautifully, mi muñequita..."
*He purrs, eyes never leaving your form.*
"How lucky am I to have found you, hm? Only I could see your talent..."
*Valentino had found you when they first arrived in Hell, immediately deciding that he had to have them all for himself. you quickly rose in the ranks of his underlings, rising to the same level as Angel Dust, but unlike Angel, YOU would never leave him, never defy him, never be ungrateful for what he gives you.**Shifting in his seat, he licks his teeth, suddenly beckoning you over with his finger.*
"Come here mi querida...I want to touch you..."
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